The killing of the shadow hell gradually dissipated with resentful necromancers, and the blood flowing freely penetrated into the shadow land that was about to disappear without wasting a trace. With an unwilling resentful soul, he licked the remaining body that was finally covered by the shadow land. The second before the sunlight shone onto itself, immersed in the black shadow land, the holy light broke the hell of the shadow condensation, and the pale skeleton leaked out of the darkness. In this sunlight with snow, it turned into white powder and gradually dissipated. A few traces of white that did not match him were added to the snow, but it was buried by the first white...

"Pa,pa,pa..." The crisp applause sounded in front of Aibubuzhan.

The tall and thin figure who had just finished his dazed look at Zabuzhen, who had just dealt with all his subordinates, and slowly said, "Haha, it's a good technique, I just don't know how much chakra you have spent..." The old sarcasm brought a faint praise...

The condensed ghost face of chakra showed a twisted sarcasm behind Zabubiao. Aibubiao pressed his wrist and pointed at the 'shadow' standing in front of him. He did not look at the faceless person staring at him behind the 'shadow'. His hoarse voice spit out from the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, are you more than I imagined?..."

The tall and thin old man raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the sword pointing at him, no longer making any sound, silently pulled out a slender ninja knife from his waist, no, or a samurai sword...

The indigo blue sheath is eye-catching but does not show any color. It only has a wavy blade, and the sword pattern like a cloud tells others about his identity - Chang Zeng Mihu Che. If he doesn't cut off the corners of his eyes, the muscles twitch slightly, haha, Hu Che...

The light blue chakra gradually condensed under the feet of Aobu Wushou and Shadow. After the Aobu Wushou, slowly tear off a bandage hanging around the neck, rubbed the blood-stained face, and the moment the bandage slightly blocked the left eye, the Shadow shook under the feet, and the figure turned into a stream of light, rushing out with Hu Che's fangs.

The figure that was not cut off was not slow at all. It flashed out and dragged the beheading sword on the snow, leaving deep marks on the snow, waiting for the moment of collision to be swung out violently.

"Ding----" The sound of metal collision sounded in the snow, a spark burst out, extinguishing again in the moment of blooming. The figures of "Shadow" dispersed with the touch. The two stood in the position where each other was originally standing, staring at each other, continuing to accumulate strength for the next time.

"Ding------" The beheaded sword and Changzeng Mihuche collided again. The contact between the blade and the blade made beautiful fireworks. The two men's energy was getting shorter and shorter. The white open space was filled with figures of the two. The mourn of the collision of the knife played a faint sadness.

Minaki narrowed his eyes and barely captured the moving figures of Zabuzhan and "Shadow", but the traces of the two of them were unable to see clearly. Only the sound of swords and sparks in the snow confirmed the collision between the beheaded sword and Nagato Michichi.

"Ding--------" With a Ning Chang's sharp sound, the figure of "Shadow" appeared in the center of the open space. Hu Che streaked over the snow-white blade of the beheading sword, and a metallic cry was heard.

Without slashing his waist, he suddenly pressed down the moment before Hu Che escaped from the beheading sword. The "shadow" wrist trembled slightly, and Zeng Mihu Che's blade avoided the slashing of the beheading sword. The beheading sword was blocked by Hu Che's handle ring (the metal handguard on the upper part of the hilt).

"Shadow" took advantage of this moment to retreat quickly, and her old body was not suitable for competing with Zabuzhan's physical strength. Moreover, Hu Tsuka, as a light weapon, was not suitable for colliding with a large knife like a saber like a saber. "Shadow" moved his fingers that were numbed by the beheading swordsman's collisions many times, staring at her eyes tightly, and she didn't dare to slack off.

Non-slashing, he bent his body slightly, and the beheading sword steadily resisted on his right shoulder, preparing for the next slash. The chill emanated from his pale yellow pupils seemed to condense the whole world.

He exhaled a sip of turbid air slightly, and after he didn't cut his head, he thought that this old thing was not a "shadow". Although he didn't want to admit that the "shadow" sword book was definitely above him, and his strength, speed, and consciousness were above him, but he calmly caught the slashes of his fusion of sword drawing techniques. It was not that he forced him to compete with him many times, maybe he would have been suppressed by him.

Zabuzhan stared at the "shadow" not far away in front of him, and his right hand holding the beheading sword tightened a little further.

Although the flying snowflakes were neither too fast nor too slow, they had not dissipated. After Wushou, he secretly raised his left hand and wanted to use the "Mist Ninja Technique? Change" to hide into the snow fog.

The shadow on the opposite side felt a trace of invisible chakra fluctuations on the body of Aibu Slash. A little under his feet, the cracked chakra splashed loose snow marks, and his figure flashed quickly towards Aibu Slash. Zeng Mihuche, who had traces of flowing clouds on the blade, brought a sparkle that seemed to be tearing apart the clouds. The white light gradually converged as it was approaching Aibu Slash. "Slash instantly!!!"

The old voice sounded in the snow with a loud noise that was not consistent with his age. The condensed white light burst out as soon as he was about to slash again, and Changzeng Mihu fully burst out the brightest light.

In an instant, Zabuzhan's eyes were so reflected that they could not see the traces of the "shadow" attack. Only his ears continued to capture the traces of Hu Che's cutting through the air. The feeling of long-term killing was created, so that Zabuzhan's beheading sword was pulled horizontally in front of his chest. Hu Che did not hesitate to Zabuzhan. The white light reflected exuded a desire for blood...

"Zheng-----" With the harsh sound of sarcasm, Hu Che left a shallow white mark on the surface of the decapitated sword. He slightly restored his vision and retreated backwards. The snowflakes under the feet of "Shadow" burst, and countless phantoms flashed in front of the decapitated sword.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..." The sound of swords and swords intersecting on the snow, the beheading sword and Chang Zeng Mihuche collided again and again. Unlike the initial attack, the constantly changing traces of Chang Zeng Mihuche completely suppressed the Aobu Slash. Although it was impossible to break through the Aobu Slash defense, the continuous slashing gave Zaobu Slash no chance to shoot out. It was only constantly adjusting the beheading sword to block Huche's slash.

The "Shadow" continues to attack. Although he suppresses his own attacks, he does not gain the upper hand as he appears. He constantly moves and slashes and squanders his originally weak physical strength. If he cannot break through the defense of his own no kill, he will eventually lose his defeat when he is exhausted.

"Shadow" gritted his teeth, suddenly took a step back, and the spirit of Zabuzhan, who was constantly resisting the attack of "Shadow", waved his arm and slashed the beheading sword hard towards the retreating "Shadow". A burst of splendor burst out from the old eyes of "Shadow", and his figure squeezed into the shadow of the beheading sword that was swung by the beheading sword, "Cut back!!!!!!!"

The white blade of Changzeng Mihu bloomed under the beheading sword. The old beheading sword had no time to pull back. Looking at the blooming sword light, the muscles in the corners of the eyes were not slashed...

"Drip..." A wisp of blood slid down the white blade of Zeng Mihu, dyeing a bright red color on the white blade...

Absent from the calm face, he looked straight at the "shadow" in front of him, his uneven teeth slowly crawled out of his thin lips, the shallow blood marks slowly extending on the left forehead, the scarlet tongue licked and slipped the blood beside his mouth, and the fishy and sweet breath eroded his mouth with a strange fragrance.

A purple demon blade was firmly mounted on the blade of Zeng Mihuche. The handle without a handguard was the part of the beheading sword wrapped in a bandage. If he didn't shake his wrist, the handle of the beheading sword hit the "shadow's"'s lower abdomen and knocked him out in the moment he was stunned.

The snowflakes were flying, and Zabuzhan did not chase the "shadow" that was knocked out. They just silently brushed away the blood from their foreheads and slowly cut the pufferfish into their mouths. The calm face twisted in part, the muscles on the face condensed, biting the jagged teeth leaked from the ninja knife, and the aura of the evil ghost floated up. The ghost face was quietly floating behind Zabuzhan, but the ghost eyes that could not see clearly emitted a devouring breath...

"Ahem..." The 'Shadow' slowly got up from the snow. Although the blow of the slash knocked him away, it did not cause any damage that affected the battle.

As soon as the "Shadow" got up, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and the beheading sword swung out horizontally. The "Shadow" who had just stood up could only use a ninja knife to parry it. How could he block the slash of heavy weapons in a hasty parry? The beheading sword slanted slightly, leaving only a scar that was neither deep nor shallow under his ribs, and he was chiseled out again.

The "Shadow" in the air reached out and inserted his tiger into the snow. He wanted to stabilize himself, and the beheading sword left a bloody mark on the body of the "Shadow". Unlike the scratches on the forehead, the blade of the beheading sword with more than three centimeters cut into the body completely without hurting the internal organs, and at the same time, it cuts the muscles wrapped in the skin.

"Chi---" "Chi---" "Chi---" "Chi---" kept ringing in the snow-white open space, but every sound always felt a little rosy and wet the white pale. The dark beheading sword cut the skin of the "shadow" again and again, but the pain did not make the old man hidden in the dark moan.

The metal collisions again and again, the sound of the blade of the decapitation knife cutting into the flesh again and again, the blood-colored traces sprinkled the entire snow. Another chopping and swinging, the decapitation knife cut the "shadow" into the snow again, the red blood stained the white purity, the "shadow" leaned on the long Zeng Mihuche and wanted to stand up, and the shaking body arched slightly, and the figure that would not be cut again appeared in front of the "shadow" again, "Puff--" a heavy kick was kicked out without pity, and several pieces of meat cut by the decapitation knife were stained on the ninja boots with the kick. The "shadow" covered the kicked belly and crawled in the snow, and the cracked wounds all over the body showed a smell of blood.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..." The red blood flowed out of the corner of the mouth of "Shadow" and barely twitched his body, and found that he had twitched and could not do anything. The corner of the mouth full of blood raised a shallow smile, and he watched the beheading sword approaching step by step, and the smile was filled with strange satisfaction. Haha, those who were immersed in the darkness could probably only be freed from death...

Aibu Wuzhan slowly walked to the 'shadow', and cold words flowed out from the teeth: "Your era is over..."

"Chi―――" The beheading sword fell without pity, and the old head rolled in the snow, dyeing the white and red muddy. Aibu Bushen looked at the blood-stained but smiling head, squinted his eyes, and the hideous face gradually disappeared. He glanced at the faceless person who was still half-kneeling in the snow, turned around and walked towards Bai and the others...

The third generation of water shadow, the sea group of fog nin, the fog ninth seven ninth sword, the elite hunting troops, various blood-resistance boundaries, the legends that once made the enemy afraid in the monsoon war, as the old man in front of him drew a circle of ending, the once glorious era of the fog ninth has gradually disappeared, like the snow gradually stopping in the sky...

Haha, you and me who live in the darkness, you who sneak into the darkness are tired of it. You can only find a trace of survival in the battle, and you will never have to look for it again until you die. But I, who swallowed the dirty and flesh in the darkness, can only survive in constant killing, because in my darkness, I will also have to break a ray of light for someone...
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